ABSTRACT
"Where is the traitor?" Neville's question resounded through Flanders, and was re-echoed in groans from the English shores. Each man feared the other; and saw the mark of Henry's malice on the brow of all. It was a worse scene in England; executions followed imprisonment; the scaffolds flowed with blood, and suspicion was still greedy of prey. Among the papers seized by the King, there was found a letter from Clifford to Lord Fitzwater, containing / these words: "I do protest, my Lord, that the proof of York's truth is most pertinent. You know this; and yet he who cut the crooked rose-bush to the roots, still doubts: forsooth, he is still at his 'ifs' – 'if he were sure that that young man were King Edward's son, he would never bear arms against him.'b Pray, deprive my Lord of his 'if;' for arms he must never bear: he is too principal to any cause."
